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Light your mind at night, reflect done deeds & invent tomorrow. Following Socrates ... dialog with passion, not to declare single Truth, but to strenghten mutual arguments to counter dogma, and to keep awake, so to experience this universe of intense beauty & sensation.

My father was born in Roeselaere on 8 oktober 1933 as the son of Maria Muylle and Maurice Hoornaert, who was a skilled carpenter, crafting everything from coffins to staircases out of wood. His mother Maria got hit by a car in Roeselare when crossing the road and died on 29th December 1960 (his Sailor's book indicates he was crossing the Golf of Mexico that time aboard the S.S. Louis Sheid). His only sister Magaretha died following a cerebral hemorrhage on 13th April 2004.

My father started his career as a sailor 10 years after W.O. II in 1955 at the age of 22. Slowly he climbed up to the rank of "Chef Cuisinier". He stopped sailing in 1969 when he met my mother. Some sections of interest out of his "Sailor's book" below:

My father was born in Roeselare on 8th October 1933 and he quietly passed away in rest home "De Notelaar" in Beveren (near Sint Niklaas in Antwerp province at the South-West side of the Schelde river) on Friday 8th August 2008 during the Opening Ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games (see my blog-entry "8-8-8"). Upon my return to Belgium - after being cremated under instruction of my brother Dieter Hoornaert - the funeral ceremony was held on Friday 26th September 2008 at 14:30 at the "Blauwe Poort" Stationstraat 32 Beveren.